Dinara smiled strangely and kissed me. “To think that I’d ever fall for an Italian mobster—” She snapped her lips shut, eyes going wide. The high from the torture was nothing to what I felt now. I opened my mouth but Dinara clapped her hand over my lips. “Don’t say anything. Not now.” My eyes crinkled in amusement. Kissing her palm, I nodded my agreement. Slowly, Dinara lowered her hand. “I never thought I’d fall for a Bratva princess either,” I rushed to say. Dinara kissed me hard. “Shut up, shut up. I don’t want to talk emotions, not now. Not yet.”
